chaoswolf

Is why we are so dependent on other people to make decisions for us. And then it hits me: because as long as we still live under our parents’ roof, they have control of our time, our life. I am currently waiting for Anne to hear from her parental units, since we’re supposed to be going to the con at some point. She hasn’t called me back yet, I’ve called her like 5 times and been told to wait a little longer until she calls me. I’ve finished my homework, but the fact she’s not here is starting to aggravate me beyond measure. I’m not taking this kindly. Believe me. I’m not doing anything harmful to myself, but I am not behaving either. I’m pacing, I’m starting to think about all kinds of nasty-grams to leave in people’s inboxes (her parents, primarily) and trying not to go completely berzerk. It bites that neither of us have a car or licence, and though she is 21, she hasn’t moved out yet. I’m 20, and haven’t moved out yet. Thinking about it. Not sure which will happen: if Anne will invite me to move in with her or if I will be moved in with grendies. The latter is most likely to happen first, though. Admittantly 5 months later than I was expecting it to take, but that’s life for you.

Jobsearch: Next week I start mall-crawling for apps. It doesn’t mean I’ll be successful, but here’s hoping.

Classes: Not completely decided what I’m doing for these yet. Thinking about automotive courses because those look like fun and they are perhaps the best way for me to learn about cars. Am probably going to take some writing courses too....

Learner’s permit: Am probably going to deal with this sometime after con, and hopefully obtain it this time rather than fail the test again. Grr. I hate not being able to drive.
Drama level: I hate talking about it. But, since you seem curious enough to click the cut tag I guess you have to read. I have been trying to make amends with Laura. You know how well that’s been going: ignoring me and so forth. Well, she’s recently started acknowledging my presence, but still decides to talk smack about me to some people I thought were my friends. Now, I’m faced with a choice: continue hanging out there or disappear from the table again until this whole thing blows over. I sent Laura an email. Doesn’t mean it’ll get anywhere. Fuck it all.

Soem things I wonder